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The weight of you a blanketHolding me warm and close.You’re hard summer rain.Dirty and worn, standing in you.Let today be fineAnd tomorrow will fight it’s way through.A love letter left to move you about.Self-hatred in bloomAs you dance back and forthPacking up the living room and kitchen.Just for awhile, just till you’re whole.But I’m stuck here waiting,Shoes covered in mud.